Out of sleep, out of bed, to work, to work! Shower, shave, dress, feed cats, boot computers, prepare to call in. My wife stays in bed, forgoing exercise for sleeping in. A storm is petering out.
The cats eat. Quinn and Tucker chow with gusto. Lady is more circumspect. I keep a watch on her. She's been let out to eat but will be returned to the other room as soon as she finishes. Lady pissed on my wife's favorite shoes yesterday. Taking a hard line where her shoes and cat urine is concerned, my wife has sentenced the cat to bedroom confinement. Never mind that this pissing ploy seems to be a call for attention. Wife feels the cat can't be changed. So why the punishment? Obviously to make herself feel better.
After returning the felonious feline to her prison - where she curls up against my wife on the bed and begins washing - I set up to call into my first meeting and discover it canceled. All of Monday morning's meetings are cancelled. Now my first meeting comes at 6 PM. There are few work emails. The stillness and quiet jar me.
No reasons are given for meetings being cancelled or any lack of activities. It's quarter end. That may be it. Empty time splashes before me. Work tasks are needed. Update this, update that. Those are ongoing. There are projects where people haven't responded. I need to nudge them but it can wait until later in the day. I wonder, are more people being fired, their work moved elsewhere? Will this be my day?
Can't worry over it. I check the weather. The rain is forecasted to be finished by 8 AM and it's now past that time. No raindrops are discerned and some sunshine is bypassing the cloudy masses. I pull on a light jacket, pack up my laptop and head out to write.
You do it when you can and all things being what they are, I'd rather be writing.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com